and he couldn't help humming the lullaby he usually sang to little Nuannuan to sleep. 。"Daddy, Nuan Nuan doesn't need to sleep now, why are you singing" Little Nuan Nuan sat in her car seat next to h...Chapter 337: If You Don't Go, How Can I Kill You

Tang Moqing reached out to push her away, but he felt powerless all over. At the same time, a wave of heat and discomfort rose in his abdomen.

He who had experienced the same thing immediately understood what was going on.

Damn it, he's been drugged again!

Recalling what he had taken at the entrance of the banquet hall this evening, he hadn't eaten anything, only taking a sip of wine symbolically when greeting the guests.

With so many glasses of champagne, it's impossible that only his glass was drugged, right

However, his wine glass never left his line of sight the whole time. How did the other party drug him This was something Tang Moqing couldn't figure out all night.

He glared at An Pingtong with cold, vicious eyes and spat venomously, "Get out! Shameless woman!"

"Are you sure you want to leave" An Pingtong held back her fear, her chest heaving against his solid chest.

The effects came on very quickly and intensely. Soon, Tang Mo Qing Ye felt his whole body burning hot and unbearably uncomfortable, as if it were about to explode from within, with a desire that couldn't be released. This was extremely tormenting to both his mind and body.

And An Pingtong had already taken off half of her dress, her body pressed against him.

Tang Mo's nightly indulgence felt like a heavenly dew, watering his parched body, but simultaneously, it made him nauseous.

"QIngye, take me. Take me and you'll be released, you won't be so tormented." An Pingtong's voice was soft and seductive, her body rubbing against his.

Unexpectedly, Si Kong Liu Yi is so capable. She could drug Tang Mo Qing during the night at the Tang family and even anticipate that he would come to this rest room instead of returning to the main house to change clothes.

Tang Mo Qing retreated two steps after nightfall, feeling his vision begin to blur. He raised his hand to strangle An Pingting's neck, but he couldn't muster much strength.

Gritting his teeth, he bit down on his tongue to keep himself awake.

If he had been in the past, he wouldn't have let himself be so stifled, enduring the torment of desire; but... thinking of a certain woman...

Taking a deep breath, Tang Moqing exerted all his strength to push An Pingtong away. Then, his body went soft and he slumped onto the sofa, panting heavily as he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

He absolutely will not allow this woman to succeed.

Anping Ting was pushed to the ground, gasping for breath. She hadn't expected him to have so much strength.

The next second, seeing Tang Moqing take out his phone as if to call for help, she hurriedly got up from the ground in pain, waving her hand and knocking his phone away, causing it to fall to the ground.

Now is Tang Moqing's most vulnerable time, she won't let him have a chance to seek help from the outside world.

She happened to be in her fertile window. If she could get pregnant tonight, it would be the perfect chance for her to leverage a child and marry into the Tang family.

"Damn it!" Tang Moqing's voice was icy cold as he cursed.

Then, he pulled out a delicate and small military knife from somewhere. The blade was about five or six centimeters long. It was something he usually carried with him and played with when he was bored.

Seeing An Pingting rush towards him, he grabbed her hair with one hand. A razor-sharp military knife, only a few centimeters long, was mercilessly plunged into her shoulder and then yanked out violently.

"Ah!!!" An Pingtong felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and let out a scream.

Just then, blood spurted from her shoulder. She saw Tang Moqing's night-hand holding a gleaming blade, and she was terrified, her face as pale as death. She hurriedly covered her bleeding shoulder.

"tsk tsk, missed." Tang Mo Qing leaned against the sofa at night, said with regret, his eyes bloodshot like a demon, gritted his teeth and said in a murderous tone, "If it had pierced the carotid artery, he would be dead... But it's okay, this time I will definitely not miss again."

After he finished speaking, he propped himself up on the sofa with his hands and, dragging his limp body, stood up from the sofa.

He used to never hurt women, but this slut An Pingtong made him break his rule.

An Pingtong's whole body turned cold, staring at Tang Moqing, who was exuding a strong murderous aura all over his body, trembling uncontrollably.

"You, you don't come any closer..." An Pingtong warned in a choked voice, while retreating non-stop.

This man is a demon, so scary!

He would absolutely kill himself.

"If I don't go, how can I kill you You should feel... honored. You are the first woman who has forced me to take action." Tang Mo Qing Ye bit his tongue to stay awake, he spat a mouthful of blood and slowly walked towards An Ping Ting.

My vision was already blurring, I could only vaguely see An Pingtong's blurry figure.

An Pingtong was now so frightened that she couldn't speak. Her back pressed against the door, she held her breath and watched the demonic man walk towards her step by step.

“Don't you want me to have you I prefer J corpses over living people. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman, especially a corpse… My basement has quite a few female specimens, but I’m tired of those. You’ll be my next specimen. I’ll make sure you're prettier than any of them.” Tang Moqing deliberately portrayed himself as a deviant, raising the military knife in his hand, ready to plunge it into An Pinting’s body at any moment.

Feeling a moment of disorientation, both mentally and spiritually, he slashed at his own arm. The surge of intense desire was temporarily suppressed, and he refocused his attention on An Pingtong.

"Ah ah ah!"

Blood from his arm sprayed onto An Pingting's face, scaring her into a scream. She didn't care about the wound on her shoulder or that she had lost one of her high heels; she frantically scanned her surroundings and realized that her back was pressed against the door of the dressing room. She scrambled to open the door and fled.

Not until An Pingtong had completely left did Tang Moqing let out a breath of relief, then turned back to pick up the phone that lay on the ground and dialed a number for Tang Yucheng...

Second Floor Banquet Hall

Many guests saw An Pingting's pale face, disheveled clothes stained with blood, running down from the resting area on the third floor, muttering something incoherently, as if she had experienced something terrible.

"Píngtíng, what happened" Old An saw his granddaughter's appearance and immediately stepped forward to ask.

"How terrifying…Grandpa, let's get out of here quickly." An Pingtong acted like she was possessed. She didn't even bother with her injuries, dragging An Lao away.

"Butler, see the guest off!" Tang Yucheng handed his son to An Xiaotu, his face dark as he commanded.

"Yu Cheng, what do you mean" Lao An didn't expect Tang Yu Cheng to just send them off without asking anything.

“An Lao, you better ask your granddaughter what she did to my third brother. I’ll settle this with your family when I have time.” An Lao was An Xiao Tu's grandfather, but Tang Yu Cheng didn't even call him "grandfather" at this time, directly addressing him as "An Lao."

After he finished speaking, his gaze turned cold and sharp as he swept over An Pingtong. Then, he quickly ran upstairs., “No more drawing, I'm going to take a nap.” 。" Her assistant and editors would often watch her draw, but when she was really engrossed in her work, she'd enter a state of flow and wouldn't feel un...